17 December 2012
day 17: wreath
The choice of wreaths at the local florist for the family graves was limited: a small, very prickly holly wreath with a couple of artificial berries for colour; a green plastic artificial wreath with glittery cones, apples and poinsettia; or a confection of garish red or white petals, some in the shape of an X (a kiss?). My mum found it hard to choose, but opted for the glitter. When we got to the cemetery, she wiped down the stone before hanging up the wreath, had a little chat with my dad to tell him we'd been, and said ta-ta.
We moved on to Granddad, Auntie Mary and Auntie Rosie. They had the silvery glitter version. Very jolly it was too.
My mum decided that she had made a good choice. Oddly enough, I think she was right.